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It’s been 3 months since I last saw you. It’s felt like I’ve lived a lifetime since then.
Everything is different, not a single thing is the same, except maybe me. Sorta. I’ve changed a lot too. But I’m still the same.
I hid in the office when I saw your name, made one of the guys serve you, and you didn’t notice me when I peeked around the doorway. Thank god.
I’m glad you didn’t grow that beard back, you know I hated it. It always looked goofy, and aged you so badly.
The guys called you cute and mocked me, which obviously ****** me off because it’s true. Unfortunately, it’s one of the only positive qualities you carry.
I don’t know if you have reflected on how much you hurt me, or how everything from me was just a reaction to everything from you. I don’t want to know.
You broke my heart seven ways to heaven and hell. It’s ****** me up that you’re the only person who I ever loved, even though you told me you never loved me and never could.
I have to replay all the ****** up things you told me some nights to remind myself not to reach out to you. Not to take you back in case there was ever a time you’d ask me.
Last night I was going through my iPad and realized it had my iMessage history from 2024 on it. I read through my original apology to you, even though you didn’t deserve it, and yours back. And the ***** call text you sent me on New Years was in it too.
I’ve spent years being the bigger person with you. I don’t hate you, but god do I regret you.
You can keep hating me all you want. It’s all you ever did.
Just please stay away from my job. Don’t order from us again, there’s literally 7 other pizza stores in town you could go to. Go to one of them.
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